Page 60 of Behind the Bench

I lift one hand and tug at his hair to get him moving a little faster, and the asshole tsks at me. “Ah, ah, greedy girl. Let me enjoy this.” He takes my hand and places it at my side on my stall and begins kissing the inside of my thigh again. I grip the edge of the bench as tight as I can, fighting to shove his face between my legs to get my release. He inches closer. And closer. And closer.

And then he pulls away.

“Jesus, fuck, Lincoln.” This man is edging me like it’s his damn job. I’m going to be edged to death.

He works his way up my other thigh and finally inserts a finger inside of me. Slowly he starts moving it in and out before inserting a second finger.

It’s glorious and torturous, and I still needmore.

“Lincoln, please,” I beg, tilting myself up closer toward him, desperately trying to get his mouth on me.

Finally, he stops kissing my thigh and brings his tongue to my center. One full swipe up and I see fucking stars. His name leaves my mouth on a moan and I am desperate for more. “Lincoln, I need you inside me. Please. I need more.”

Lincoln pulls back and doesn’t say a word until I look down and meet his eyes. “Hear me when I say this, Ellie. When I fuck you for the first time, it’s going to be in a bed so I can take my time and explore this body inch by fucking inch. Understood?”

I should be angry or frustrated by this, but his words have the opposite effect on me. They just turn me on more and push me even closer to my release.

Nodding, I finally say, “Yes, Coach.”

Lincoln’s mouth is on me in an instant. He sucks and licks at my clit, alternating between the two, while still working my pussy with his fingers.

It’s too much. It’s too good.

I throw my head back and lose myself in the paradise that is Lincoln’s mouth. He seems to know exactly when I’m about to climax, because each time I’m about to explode he slows his movements and brings me down again. It’s so frustrating. But also, so fucking hot.

I force myself to look down at the sight in front of me. I want to catalog and save this moment for when I’m alone in my bed. Lincoln must feel my gaze on him because he looks up and smirks. My god, this man is magnificent.

We hold eye contact while he sucks my clit once more before moving his tongue down to replace his fingers. His thumb finds my clit and he starts moving it in a slow, tortuous circle. Once. Twice.

And then I fucking shatter.

My vision goes black as I scream his name and lose all sense of control. Lincoln doesn’t stop working his thumb ortongue until I slowly come down from the most glorious orgasm of my life.

He removes his thumb, but his tongue stays where it is, licking up every last drop. One slow languid lick from back to front, and then he finally sits back on his heels. He licks his lips and looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Fucking delicious.”

Lincoln slowly and gently pulls my panties and sweatpants up my legs. When he gets to my thighs, I am too exhausted to even lift myself up, so he wraps my arms around his neck and lifts me himself.

Such a gentleman.

“Thanks,” I whisper in his ear as he sets me back down on my stall. Lincoln stands and goes to turn away. I grab his hips, stopping him before he can move, and look up at him. “My turn.”

He scratches the back of his neck and awkwardly chuckles. “Yeah, about that. It’s kind of too late.

Wait, does that mean what I think it means?

Slowly, I move my hand over the front of his sweatpants. Holy shit. This man was so turned on by getting me off that he painted his pants with his own arousal.

I should find this funny and mock him every day until I die, but for some reason I find myself getting turned on. Again. Biting my bottom lip, I look up at Lincoln. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” he says, clearly surprised by my reaction.

Trust me, buddy, I’m surprised too.

“Yeah, it really is.” Not sure what to do next or where we go from here, I let go of Lincoln and start untying my skates.

Lincoln puts his hand under my chin and lifts my head so I’m looking at him again. “That was amazing, Coach.” He leans down and gives me a slow, sultry kiss that makes me forget my own name. I can taste myself on his lips and his tongue as he parts my lips to deepen our kiss.

Seconds—or maybe minutes, I can’t be too sure—go bybefore he breaks our kiss and pulls back. He gives me one last quick kiss, like it’s something we’ve been doing every day of our lives, and takes a step back.

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